Miko was taken into custody by Prowl, and Techno could see the regret and fear in the girl's eyes as she was led away. As Prowl drove off with Miko heading back into town to the police station, Techno let out a sigh, feeling a mix of frustration and sympathy for the troubled teenager.
"I hope she learns from this," Techno said to Bulkhead, who nodded in agreement. "Yeah, maybe this will be a wake-up call for her."
With Miko taken care of, Techno and Bulkhead continued on their way to the base. Techno sighed knowing that because Miko was a Japanese exchange student they would either let her off with a warning or immediately revoke her student visa and send her back home where she would most likely spread rumors about aliens and get herself sent to a mental ward.
Relaxing back into Bulkheads seat Techno sighed "That…that's why I don't care for teenagers"
Before I start I want to make things clear. In the realm of the gods my Female OC Technoblade is referred to as just Blade while the OG Alex, Technoblade is Techno. I also used Latin in the last chapter, Deus Interfector. It literally means God Killer or God Ender. Now, on with the chapter.
Welcome to chapter 8 of Anarchy
and so it continues…
Arriving back at Autobot Base Omega, Techno hopped out of Bulkhead's cab with a huff, observing the two boys whooping and laughing nearby. Her attention then shifted to Optimus, who was preparing to head out with Ratchet, Ironhide, and the Twins on a mission. "Arcee, Bumblebee, and Bulkhead, you remain on guard duty. The rest of us will be heading out. Blaster is on monitor duty, Jazz is on patrol, and Cliffjumper is with Prowl in town. Arcee, you'll be in charge during our absence," Optimus announced, his voice carrying a slight edge.
Arcee, never one to hold back, voiced her concerns. "With all due respect, sir, guarding is one thing, but babysitting is another. Techno can handle herself perfectly well, and as a warrior, I need to be out there in the field. Besides, Ratchet hasn't seen battle since the start of the war," she argued, causing Ratchet to huff in the background. "My pistons may be rusty, but my hearing is as sharp as ever!"
Techno couldn't help but scrutinize Ratchet's frame for any signs of rust, though she knew his experience was not to be underestimated. "Fine…" Arcee huffed, watching as Optimus turned to Ratchet. "Ratchet, open a ground bridge." Ratchet nodded, and with a pull of the lever, the green and blue portal swirled to life, and the group began walking through it.
"Sooo, what's on the activities list?" The teenage boy asked, rubbing his hands nervously. Techno replied with a slight smirk at the nervousness of both kids, "How about some actual introductions? I'm Technoblade, and before you ask, yes, I am indeed human. I don't really care for teenagers or children, so please be on your best behavior."
"Oh…Jack Darby, cool name?" The teen, now known as Jack, spoke up, rubbing the back of his head. The smaller kid smiled and introduced himself, "I'm Rafael Esquivel, Just Raf will be fine. I want to thank you for saving us yesterday. When you passed out, the Autobots turned all frantic and sent us out with our Guardians to better take care of you." Techno nodded appreciatively, touched by their concern.
Bulkhead stretched, only for an odd noise to come from his chest. "Uh…" Reaching in, he pulled out a guitar case. "Must be Miko's?" Techno laughed slightly at the face Bulkhead pulled when mentioning the brat. "Speaking of…where is she?" Jack asked, clearly confused about where the girl was and why Bulkhead pulled a face. "Arrested, maybe. I'm not sure. Prowl took her to the police station after she said some really…bad stuff about Techno." Bulkhead admitted, looking at Techno, who just shrugged. "I'm used to stuff like that," she confessed.
"Okay, Bumblebee, come with me. We are meeting up with Jazz. I am not staying here babysitting. No offense to Techno, but I need to get out there," Arcee commanded, making Bee whine before reluctantly following along with the two-wheeler. "Bulkhead, you're in charge. Let's go, Bee." The duo transformed and sped off down the entrance tunnel on their patrol.
"Hey Bulk, let me see that?" Techno asked for the guitar, which the mech happily handed over. Opening the case, Techno saw probably one of the cheapest electric guitars she's ever seen, but it was probably Miko's first guitar, meaning it had to be cheap in case she broke it. Strumming it, Techno winced at all of the off-key notes and set to work tuning the strings as the others watched.
"You know a lot about Guitars?" Jack asked, actually curious about what she was doing. "Yeah, I own three guitars - a rhythm, bass, and an acoustic guitar. It's oddly soothing in a way, ya know," She hummed softly, finishing up the tuning before giving the guitar a light strum. All the notes rang true, and it made her smile before the proximity alarm rang out and scared the crap out of everyone in the room.
"Quickly hide behind Bulk's leg; it's probably Fowler," Techno practically yelled, dragging the guitar with her and hiding.
Sure enough, the doors opened, and Fowler yelled, "Prime!" Techno winced at the volume.
"Uh, Agent Fowler… Uh, he's not here. Nobody's here. Except me, of course. Wh-," Bulkhead started, only for Fowler to cut him off. "Where did he go? Wait, don't tell me, He's out pancaking a mini-mall!" Fowler yelled again, making Techno wish she wasn't given good hearing at that moment. Fowler continued, "Now, I don't know what language you 'Bots speak on your planet, but Prime promised he would handle the Decepticons, and blowing a crater in the middle of Nebraska is not what the word 'handle' means to me! So, you tell Prime… Wait… since when do you bots plug into the wall outlet?" He said, looking down at the guitar cord leading to Techno.
With a sigh, Techno made hand movements to keep the kids behind Bulk before walking out into the open. "Hey there…" She called with a half-assed wave, seeing the shock on the man's face, which almost made her laugh, but she kept it in. "Contact with civilians! Team Prime has really gone off rules this time. Wait, don't tell me!" He yelled, making Techno once again cringe at the volume.
Being a smartass Bulkhead just says "Okay…" This made Techno snort and the Agent sent her a glare "OK Let's move! I'm taking you into federal custody. For your own protection." He practically ordered, making Bulk mad at the agent.
"I am protecting her you don't get to take my-" Bulkhead began to say before Techno cut him off "Bulk! It will be fine…I'll go as long as Mr. Agent man here says I discovered the Autobots all on my own…or…I tell whoever you take me to, that I followed your helicopter since I've seen it go in this direction from town." Techno said walking up the stairs and getting face to face with the agent making him falter a bit.
Fowler looked taken aback by Techno's confidence, but he quickly composed himself. "You're blackmailing me about my helicopter? You can't just go around saying stuff like that," he stammered, clearly trying to regain control of the situation.
Techno raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on her lips. "Well, I suppose you're right. But then, you can't just waltz into the Autobot base and start barking orders either, can you?" she retorted. Fowler's face turned slightly red at her comment, but he seemed to understand that Techno wasn't going to be easily intimidated.
"Fine, fine. We'll figure this out later. For now, just come with me, and we'll get everything sorted out," Fowler said, trying to sound authoritative but not quite managing it.
Techno chuckled, giving Bulkhead a reassuring smile. "I'll be fine, Bulk. Don't worry. Everything is fine. I'll be back before you know it," she said, giving a lazy wave while walking up the rest of the stairs and standing in the elevator.
"This isn't over, Fowler. Techno will be coming back sooner or later," Bulkhead threatened the Agent with a glare.
As the elevator went up, Fowler looked over at Techno. "What…" she growled at him, making him hold up his hands in surrender. "You…look familiar, is all. Anyway, I'm gonna need your name, age, DOB, stuff like that," he said as the elevator seemed to take its time moving.
"Technoblade Sebredotter, I'm twenty-five, and my date of birth is none of your fucking business," Techno glared, not in the mood to comply with bureaucratic inquiries.
Fowler raised an eyebrow at her response but didn't push further. He knew that Techno was a tough and stubborn individual, and he wasn't going to get anywhere trying to force the issue.
The elevator finally reached the top, and Fowler escorted Techno to his helicopter and had her put on the flight headset. As they began takeoff, he couldn't help but be intrigued by her presence. There was something about her that felt disturbingly familiar, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He made a mental note to do some background research on her once they reached their destination.
Turning on his radio, Fowler made a call. "Sir! Agent Fowler here. We have a situation. I'm en-route from the Autobot base. I'll brief you in person, but be prepared for an interrogation."
Techno looked out at the landscape below, lost in her thoughts. She knew that because Fowler used his radio, Blaster would most likely get her coordinates almost immediately, but that also meant the Decepticons would be able to find her as well.
After a few minutes, her fear became a reality as a purple drone-like thing came out of nowhere and began attacking the helicopter. Techno's focus intensified as she ignored Fowler's voice, tracking the drone in the sky with laser-like precision, even as the Agent tried to shoot it down. It wasn't until the drone targeted the helicopter's tail, breaking it, that a surge of fear rushed through her veins, mostly on how she would survive the fall from this height.
With the helicopter now losing control, panic began to set in. Techno knew she had to act quickly to save both herself and Fowler. However, before she could even begin to make a move, the drone pierced through the helicopter's windshield with its menacing claw-like arms. In a swift and powerful motion, it snatched both Techno and Fowler, dragging them from the cab as the helicopter plummeted and crashed to the ground below.
Now airborne and at the mercy of the drone, Techno's mind raced to find a way out of this dire situation. She tried to break free from the drone's grasp, but its grip was relentless. Her heart pounded in her chest as she struggled against the drone's strength.
Fowler, too, fought back, attempting to free himself from the drone's clutches. He pulled his sidearm, firing at the drone, but the bullets seemed to have little effect. The menacing machine was unyielding, and its purpose remained unclear.
As the drone soared higher into the sky, Techno let out an exasperated sigh, resigning herself to the uncertain fate that awaited them at their destination. "For the record, Fowler…I blame you," she growled at the agent. Fowler simply nodded, seemingly lost in his own thoughts. "Yeah, I think I recognize your name. From videos my Ma showed me from close to fifty years ago," he murmured quietly as the drone continued its flight.
"Keep your voice down, Fowler. The drone might be listening," Techno admonished with a low growl. The last thing she wanted was to reveal any sensitive information that could be used against them. The drone's intentions remained shrouded in mystery, and she didn't want to take any chances.
As they ascended further, the drone flew them through a thick, foreboding cloud. Emerging on the other side, they found themselves facing a colossal flying fortress crafted from dark, ugly metal. The sight sent a chill down Techno's spine. The structure loomed ominously in the sky, exuding an aura of danger and malevolence. One word came to mind when looking at the ugly metal and that was, Decepticon.
Approaching what appeared to be a flight deck, Techno and Fowler were confronted by a group of Decepticons. At the forefront stood a skinny, lean mech, dark purple with no visible face. Behind him were three others: two flyers, almost identical but for their coloration—one powder blue and the other dark purple—and a cop car with a Decepticon symbol on a police shield adorning his arm. Their glowing red optics locked onto the captives with a sinister intensity.
Suddenly, the faceless mech extended what looked like menacing tentacles from his sides, which shot forward and wrapped themselves around Techno's and Fowler's waists. Drawing them closer, the mech hoisted Techno up to the screen he used as a face, forcing her to glare at her own reflection in the cold, emotionless visage. The faceless mech, then scanned Techno with a quick scan, making her flinch and instinctively lash out with a fist.
The screen that represented the mech's face cracked under the power of the blow, but the mech didn't move or react to the hit. The other Decepticons behind him reacted with varying levels of astonishment and fear at the sheer strength and audacity of Techno. "...Frag…uh, Soundwave, allow me to take them both to Commander Starscream. You…You should go get that fixed, sir," the light blue flier offered, walking forward and holding out his hands.
Soundwave remained frozen for a moment before pulling Techno away from his screen and unceremoniously dumping both her and Fowler into the flier's hands. He then slowly walked away, retracting his tentacles. The blue mech let out a sigh before looking down at Techno with a mix of surprise and respect. "You have massive bearings, human. Soundwave has killed for less, and you cracked his visor. I'm even surprised he let you live, Mech…" He muttered, before finally walking into the massive fortress through the same door Soundwave had used.
"Femme…" Techno corrected, refusing to be mislabeled as a man by the Decepticons.
"Wait, what?" the purple flier asked, caught off guard before the blue one could inquire. This made the cop-like Decepticon groan. "You slagging idiots. She just so happens to be a Femme. It's why Soundwave didn't kill her. He may be one of the original Decepticons, but he has morals about Femmes, Younglings, and Sparklings.….I work with slagging idiots," he grumbled in exasperation.
"No complaints here about the idiot part. My name is Technoblade, and I would say it's nice to meet you, but the moment you set me down, I'm going to make your lives a living pit," Techno snarled, baring her fangs at the Decepticons.
As the blue flier hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do, the cop-like Decepticon scoffed and spoke. "You think you're tough, huh? Well, we'll see how long that attitude lasts once you're face-to-face with Starscream. He doesn't take kindly to threats or insolence, especially from a Femme." His tone was mocking, but Techno could detect a hint of caution behind it.
Techno simply smirked in response, unyielding in her determination to remain defiant, no matter the odds. She knew that facing Starscream would be dangerous and challenging, but she was not one to back down from a fight. After all, she had faced formidable foes before and came out on top.
The blue flier, deciding it was best not to engage further with Techno's hostility, carried her and Fowler further into the fortress, leaving the other Decepticons to grumble and mutter amongst themselves about the unexpected turn of events.
Inside the fortress, Techno's mind raced, strategizing her next move. She knew that escaping would be difficult, but she was confident that her resourcefulness and resilience would help her find a way out of this dire situation.
As the flier finally set her down in a dimly lit chamber, Techno braced herself as she saw a silver grey mech with wings in the dark arms folded behind him. "Ah, Thundercracker you've brought the humans. Welcome, Agent Fowler and Technoblade…hmm a very Cybertronian name you have there, my sweet femme." Starscream spoke, his voice grating on the ears and especially more so since he tried to sound inviting to Techno when saying her name and giving her a pet name.
"Bite me princess, I'm not your fragging femme and I'll be anything but sweet to a glitch like you!" Techno growled crossing her arms making sure her stance was at the ready and she could react in an instant. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Fowler mouthing the word 'stop' but she just gave him a pointed look before going back to glaring at the silver mech in front of them.
"Watch your glossa, femme! I will not have any femme speak like that near me or the Decepticon army. You are to hold your crude words and be sweet, or you will be silenced by a mouth guard!" Starscream threatened, clearly not accustomed to the way human women would curse and threaten when afraid.
Techno narrowed her eyes, refusing to cower before the Decepticon commander. She knew she had to be careful; any sign of weakness could be exploited. But she also couldn't allow Starscream to intimidate her. She was a force to be reckoned with, and she wasn't about to let anyone, especially a Decepticon, belittle or control her.
"You cannot command me, you fragging glitch. I am Technoblade, and I don't bow down to anyone. Not you, Not the government and not to any leader of any fragging kind." she loudly retorted, her voice laced with steely resolve asserting herself as an Anarchist right away.
Starscream's optics flickered with annoyance and anger at her choice of words. He wasn't used to being near any femme who used crude language; to him, Femmes were meant to be sweet, gentle, and docile. Nevertheless, he found her defiance intriguing, as it was a rare sight among those who found themselves at his mercy.
"You have some nerve, femme. I'll give you that," Starscream conceded, smirking with an unsettling mix of approval and menace. "But don't mistake your bravado for true power. In the end, you will be whatever I want when you break...Thundercracker, Skywarp, chain both humans and bring me a mouth guard for the femme. If she cannot help but use crude language, then she will be silenced."
Techno felt a tinge of fear, knowing that she was now at the mercy of Starscream and his minions. The Decepticon flyers, Thundercracker and Skywarp, moved forward with metallic chains in hand, ready to restrain both her and Agent Fowler. She realized that their chances of escaping were dwindling rapidly.
Still, she refused to show weakness or fear in front of Starscream. Instead, she took a deep breath and spoke with a calm demeanor, masking the anxiety that threatened to consume her. "You can try to silence me, Screamer, but I'll never submit to you or your pathetic tyranny. I won't break, not for you or anyone else So get Fragging BENT!"
The Decepticon commander's smirk faltered for a moment, and his optics narrowed at her bold declaration. Techno could see that her words had struck a nerve, and she hoped that maybe, just maybe, she could make these mechs falter and slip up.
But her defiance only seemed to fuel Starscream's anger. He raised a hand, signaling to his subordinates to proceed with their orders. The chains rattled as Thundercracker and Skywarp moved in to restrain Techno and Agent Fowler. Their cold, mechanical grips tightened around their wrists, making any resistance futile.
~Snowy planes~
"Well shit, didn't expect Blade to get captured and sent to a prison so early in her career…I am so proud" Techo laughed, wiping away an imaginary tear only to be hit by Philza with a book. "Ouch, I'm being serious. Remember it took Quackity a long ass time and bating me with visit to Dream to get me in Pandora's box prison"
"Oh, I remember all right. I misread your book and instead of you being trapped three days you were there for three months, How could I forget that? You won't let me forget!" Philza yelled at his friend and whacked him over the head with another book, this one much heavier. "Ouch! Where are you getting these books from!" Techno yelped, rubbing his head.
On the other side of the room on the other couch sat the two cybertronian deities as they had shrunk in order to fit into the house with the human god and demi-deity. Techno had tossed them two of his spare cloaks in weird colors as they had been outside in the freezing snow for over ten hours. Primus wore a lime green cloak with teal fur on the collar while Unicron wore a vibrant orange cloak with dark purple fur around the collar, needless to say they both looked ridiculous but they were warm.
.:Pandora's box is one of your human myths that became true right? Pandora was given a box with all the horrors of the world sealed inside but at the very bottom was hope? If I remember correctly Pandora is a deity now…so what are the two of you talking about?:. Primus asked, confused on why they were talking about an old deity and her object of power.
"Oh…uh When I was alive…there was…well My version of 'Pandora's box' is a prison made from the…world's sturdiest material…and there was a creature that made…people fatigued just by being near it so it was impossible to break out of that prison…but I did it" Techno said trying to keep the fact that he was talking about a videogame since he knew that his and his friends made up lore was actually someone's reality somewhere in the Multiverse.
.:That's…actually impressive. You were a human back then right?:. Unicron was actually very surprised a human could pull off that feat. Techno just laughed nervously "Yeah, but I was also…well I was Semi-immortal because of Dream and my own ingenuity"
"Techno could use this weird totem thing to stop his death at the last second, Literally got crushed by an anvil and…the totem reformed him from a pile of goo. It was really painful to watch" Philza corroborated, remembering an animation of the whole ordeal.
"Technoblade NEVER Dies!"
~.TFPrime Realm.~
~The Nemesis~
Bright, glowing blue energon splattered the ground as yet another drone wailed in pain, two of its digits torn from its servo. Techno snarled, energon leaking from the corners of her mouth like some rabid animal. Thundercracker and Skywarp, though taken aback by her ferocity, kept their hands away from her mouth and firmly on her wrists and the chains, trying to restrain her.
Starscream had left, taking Agent Fowler to another cell while leaving his Trine to deal with the defiant femme. "Slaggit all, call Barricade and Blackout, along with a scouting-sized party of drones!" Thundercracker yelled at Skywarp, his voice laced with urgency. Growling, Techno tried with all her might to pull her arms from the firm grips of the two fliers, but their hold was relentless.
The situation seemed dire, as more Decepticons were being called to deal with the unexpected resistance from the human femme. Techno's heart pounded in her chest, and she knew she couldn't keep this up for much longer, especially with the amount of Cons the Purple flier Skywarp called in as backup.
The door slid open and two more mechs along with maybe about six drones entered the room pausing only briefly at the sight of the spilt energon as well as Techno's mouth being covered in it. The two mechs were the mech with the police car altform earlier and a much larger mech with helicopter blades on his back.
The drones rushed forward passed the two stunned mechs and began holding down Techno by overwhelming her with numbers. The helicopter mech moved forward the grip the sides of Techno's face with his huge servos nearly making her feel like her head was being crushed. "Barricade! The mouth guard!" The Helicopter mech yelled at the police mech now identified as Barricade.
Barricade quickly strode forward, picking up what looked like a metal plate attached to something resembling a horse bridle, and forcefully secured the mouth guard onto Techno's face, effectively silencing her and muzzling her so she couldn't continue to bite mechs.
The metal plate was cold against Techno's lips, preventing her from coherent speech. Frustration and anger boiled inside her as she struggled against the grip of the drones, but her efforts were futile. Despite her silence, her eyes burned with determination, refusing to show any sign of weakness.
The Decepticons seemed satisfied that Techno was now under control. The helicopter mech released his grip on her face, and she could now only hear the faint sound of her own muffled breaths within the confines of the mouth guard. "Fraggit femme, you are more trouble than you are worth!" Thundercracker yelled, releasing her arms as the drone standing to the side immediately yanked a chain, hoisting Techno into the air by both of her arms.
"I…never knew humans could be this way. Especially femmes," Skywarp mumbled, his optics gazing at the now-helpless Techno as she was chained optic level to most bots. "Better start believing Femmes are dangerous, you Aft-head, especially when cornered like her," Barricade grumbled, gesturing to Techno, making her glare darkly at the police mech.
Techno refused to show any sign of submission, her fiery spirit still burning within her. She gritted her teeth behind the mouth guard, suppressing her urge to lash out. Her mind raced, strategizing a way out of this dire situation, but the odds seemed overwhelmingly against her.
A drone reached out and took one of her legs into its servo, squeezing tightly, causing a sharp pain to surge through her. Still, she wouldn't give them the satisfaction of hearing her cry out. With a defiant glare, she locked eyes with each Decepticon in the room, letting them know that she was not to be underestimated.
Thundercracker sneered, finding amusement in her futile defiance. "You won't be so bold once Lord Megatron gets a hold of you. He'll teach you your place."
"Good luck with that," Techno replied, her voice muffled behind the mouth guard, but her tone still defiant.
Another drone spoke in a monotone voice, getting close to her face, "Silence, human. You will soon understand the true power of the Decepticons."
Grinning behind the mouth guard, Techno leaned back and surged her head forward, right into the optic band of the drone, effectively headbutting it. The drone stumbled back, its optic band cracked, sparks flying from its damaged visor. Techno's defiant act had caught the Decepticons off guard, and for a moment, their composure wavered.
Enraged, the large helicopter mech strode forward, grabbing her face with two fingers and squeezed harshly. She almost made a noise of pain when the mech spoke up. "...defiant fragging femme! You damaged over three different drones by that mouth of yours and now you use that slagging hard helm to damage another, while chained!"
The pain from the helicopter mech's vice-like grip was excruciating, but Techno refused to show any sign of weakness. With a glare that could melt metal, she managed to snarl defiantly yet muffled, "Your drones were asking for it. Maybe if you built them better, they wouldn't be so fragile."
The helicopter mech's optics narrowed in anger, and he tightened his grip even further. "Insolent human! You dare to speak back to me?" he seethed. She winced slightly at the pain but kept up her dark, defiant glare at the mech. The helicopter mech sneered, clearly infuriated by her defiance. "We'll see about that," he hissed, and without warning, he backhanded her from her place, chained and hanging from the ceiling. The impact was loud and painful for her, but to the others, the sound barely registered, overshadowed by their cruel satisfaction.
Techno swayed on the chains, a small, almost inaudible whimper escaping her. One Decepticon, however, heard it from his place all the way on the bridge of the ship. The Decepticons in the room seemed to gain some grim satisfaction from seeing her being backhanded, except Barricade, who had an unpleasant look on his faceplates but did nothing to stop Blackout from doing it again.
After a few more hits from the helicopter mech, Techno could feel her nose begin to bleed. It was odd, seeing as she was still human and should have started bleeding on the first hit. "Ew, gross! What is that red stuff leaking out of her faceplates?" Skywarp cringed at the sight of the red blood coming from her nose.
"Human Energon... it's called Blood," Barricade provided, crossing his servos and refusing to look at Techno, not really wanting to see any kind of femme hurt, even a human one.
That's when the door slid open, revealing Soundwave standing there. His frame was dark purple with lighter purple biolights in certain places. "Soundwave, Sir," Blackout spoke, standing up straighter in the presence of the communications officer who outranked everyone in the room.
Soundwave stood there silently before striding forward into the single light of the cell room, revealing his now fixed visor screen to Techno. There was a static noise, and the combination of different voices making a sentence. :Fzzt Leave us. Re-turn to Post: Soundwave spoke through different recordings of various Decepticons.
The other Decepticons obeyed Soundwave's command, leaving the cell room one by one until only Techno and Soundwave remained. Techno glared defiantly at Soundwave, refusing to be intimidated by the silent Decepticon.
Soundwave's visor flickered for a moment before he spoke in his signature recorded voices :Fzzt Soundwave, Respect. Power Fzzzt Strength:
Techno could sense there was more to his words but the context confused her. It seemed that Soundwave valued certain qualities, like strength, and who knew what else. She saw a glimmer of something in the mech, a hint of something behind his emotionless façade.
"Why?" Techno finally asked, her voice muffled but still filled with curiosity.
Soundwave tilted his head slightly, and Techno could almost feel him analyzing her. :Fzzt Unique: he replied cryptically, his recording echoing through the room. He reached forward gently brushing the side of her face with a single digit before dropping his servo back down.
She was taken aback by his response, not entirely sure what he meant by "unique." However, she didn't have time to dwell on it as Soundwave turned and walked out of the cell room, leaving her with more questions than answers.
Little did she know there were three sets of glowing red optics staring up at her from the floor as the door hissed closed behind Soundwave.
~Snowy planes~
.:So…you're telling me, That your disciple has…some kind of…doll on her body somewhere at all times that is able to resurrect her from death once every two days. And not only that…If she were to concentrate hard enough she could teleport like my own creations that possess a warping drive. Why have you made her such a monster? Anarchy god:. Primus groaned, dropping his head into his hands in utter defeat. Unicron was staring, just face blank optics on the Anarchy god staring straight through the god's form and passed him to the wall. "Techno don't be rude…But yes Techno, Dream and I had this…ability to resurrect ourselves. Only a really select few could…teleport and even then only one person could do it as easily as walking" Philza smiled, lying through his teeth, mainly because he really didn't want to admit to talking about a block game.
.:We are dead…we are all going to die:. Unicron muttered thinking about when the girl finally returns to the realm of spirits she would murder him, his brother and probably her own god taking his place as Anarchy god. Philza just looked at the cybertronian destruction god with an amused look before going back to 'reading' his favorite book.
"Hmm, Probably, but Blade is unpredictable much like Techno was when backed into a corner. Just like how Blade smashed her thick skull into the 'eye' of that decepticon drone." Philza spoke, a book still in hand as he believed he still needed the heavy object to keep his friend in place. Techno just huffed and said "Shut up, I wanna see what happens next."
".:We are doomed:."
~TFPrime~
Techno began pulling at the chains that shackled around her wrists, only to give up once her wrists started to hurt. Sighing, she dropped her head to her chest and gazed down at the floor, only to see bright red optics stare back up at her, making her blink. There was some kind of Cybertronian cat on the ground, but like, a BIG cat. Close to the size of a panther.
The cat tilted its head while looking up at her before stretching in a full-body cat stretch, making Techno look down at it with confusion. "Cat," Techno's muffled voice stated the obvious, but it was muffled by the mouth guard.
"Femme, dat's Ravage," a very Jersey-sounding voice spoke up from the side of the room, making her snap her head in that direction with a loud animalistic snarl. Off to the side were two very short mechs, one black and red, and the other two tones of blue. "Woah…feral femme. I'm Rumble, dat's my brutha Frenzy," the blue one spoke, pointing to the red mech named Frenzy.
"Soooo…We ain't supposed tah be here, but when we learned dat dere was a femme here, we snuck in tah see ya. Soundwave, our boss, thinks we somewhere else, he called ya Unique, dat's the word for special. Soundwave thinks you femme are special…I wanna know why?" Frenzy said, crossing his arms, trying to look like a tough guy.
"Let me down…and I'll show you," Techno spoke, tilting her head, trying her best to look innocent. Her voice was muffled but sweet, luring the mechs in.
"How do we know you ain't gonna trick us, huh?" Rumble glared, crossing his arms, copying his brother and trying to act tough. Techno pulled her head back and gave an inaudible sigh before forcing tears into her eyes and looking back down.
"Please…I'm scared. I don't want to be up here where Blackout can hit me again," Techno whimpered and begged softly, making the two mechs look up with concern, and the cat seemed to not care. "Tha Brute hit you? You a tiny human femme, that mech would have offlined ya. Rumble, we gettin' tha femme down," Frenzy decided, and they got to work figuring out how Techno was up in the air.
Techno continued to sniffle softly as the two mechs finally got the chain undone and began lowering her to the ground. Once her feet touched the floor, the mechs got a good look at her face. "Slag femme, the brute really did a number on ya. Hold on, I'll get the mouth guard off while Rumble undoes the cuffs," Frenzy said, carefully reaching behind her head and undoing the latches of the guard.
Rumble quickly undid the cuffs and let her arms free, joining Frenzy in helping remove the mouth guard. Once both mechs were done, they pulled the metal plate away from her lips, only to reveal her mouth covered with dried energon. "Wha-" Frenzy started to speak, only for Techno to lunge forward and bite straight into the small mech's neck cables.
Rumble was about to yell when a fist slammed into his faceplates, effectively knocking him out cold. Techno pulled away from Frenzy, dropping the now stasis-locked mech to the ground. Just then, the cat from earlier lunged at her from the darkness. Dodging to the side, Techno struck out a hand as the cat flew past her and hit it right in the side, flinging it into the wall on the other side of her. "Right. Get out of the cell block and…do something. Ugh, why couldn't I have been in some base that was on the ground, why a ship."
Stepping up to the door, it hissed as it was about to open, making Techno hide off to the side. The door slid open, and in walked Blackout, holding an energon shock prod and what looked to be an animal collar. "Sweet Little Femme, I'm back, and I have a fun treat for-" Blackout stopped in his tracks, allowing Techno to sneak past him and sprint down the hallway before an enraged yell echoed through the corridor, "Fragging Femme!"
Snorting, Techno ran past several cells that had bars instead of doors. She didn't stop to look in any of the cells until she passed one, and a familiar voice called out, "Uh, Human hey back here, please, please come back." The voice made Techno stop in her tracks and backtrack to the cell.
Inside the cell was Jazz, but he looked beaten up, missing an arm, his signature visor, and that air of confidence he always carried. "J-Jazz?" Techno stuttered slightly, only to pause when an alarm blared through the hallway, and she heard footfalls approaching. Stepping through the bars, Techno ran to the mech and hid behind him. "H…How do ya know me, human? I-I've been in this cell since a month after arriving on your planet. How long have I been here in this cell?" Jazz muttered softly as drones ran past the cell bars, not even bothering to look inside.
"I've met you back at the Autobot base, you're a creepy fragger and extremely possessive." Techno mumbled, making the Autobot look at her with shock and confusion. "Human…I've never met you…But you've obviously met Sideways." Jazz mumbled in shock that the small human before him met his friends before quietly continuing "Undo my cuff, the one chaining me to the wall," Jazz said with a slight reassuring smile. Techno, not having many options, did as she was told and broke the cuff off of Jazz. An alarm blared from the hallway making both Jazz and Techno Jump at the sound.
Blaster fire rang out in the hallway, and a drone yelled, "Autobots!" The sounds of a fierce battle echoed down the corridor as Jazz scooped up Techno into his only remaining hand and broke out of the cell, only to see Bulkhead fighting against the Decepticon drones. "Bulkhead!?" Jazz yelled out in surprise, making the big guy look over and see a very mangled Jazz with a bruised Techno in his hand. "What did you do, you pile of scrap!" Bulkhead was about to charge Jazz when Techno yelled, "Stop! Bulk, I think the Autobots have been harboring a Decepticon unknowingly! Sideways!" This made Bulkhead stop before turning and smashing a Drone.
"Slag it all! Ruin my fun, femme, why don't you," a dark voice spoke from the other end of the hallway. There stood a glaring Jazz, but his armor was pristine and shiny. "Sideways…" The real Jazz growled and stepped forward, only to falter a bit. In a flash of light, a completely different mech stood in place of the imposter Jazz. His optics were a strange amber color, and his coloration was a dark purple. "Sideways…nice to finally meet you in person…my sweet femme," Sideways cooed softly with a cruel smirk, making Techno growl.
The deception was finally revealed, and Sideways, the body-doubling spy, stood before them. "You played us all for fools," Bulk snarled, ready to take down the traitor.
"I always enjoyed a good charade," Sideways replied smugly, his amber optics flickering with arrogance.
Techno's grip tightened on Jazz's hand as she faced the creepy ass Decepticon. "You won't get away with this," she spat, her voice seething with anger and determination.
Sideways chuckled darkly. "Oh, my sweet femme, I already have, and you have no idea what I'm still capable of. But you will…now." He said quickly raising his arm and firing off what appeared to be a very long needle to Cybertronians but to a human, it looked like a very long spear. It was aimed right at Techno, and it pierced right through her chest.
"Techno!" She heard someone yell, but everything around her seemed to be underwater and muddled, as if she was trying to hear someone while her head was submerged under mud. Looking down at the six-inch-wide pole that speared through her body, she didn't feel anything—she didn't even feel pain. She couldn't tell if she was in shock or if she was dying. "If I can't have you, femme, you're better off dead!" Techno heard Sideways yell, but it was fading as if she was moving.
Techno was moving, but she was in the arms of Jazz, with Bulkhead following close behind. Somewhere along the way, Arcee, Bumblebee, Prowl, and Cliffjumper had shown up. Even Fowler was heard with his incoherent mumblings about pie. Techno couldn't keep up with what was going on; everything seemed to blend together. However, she did see Prowl blast a hole straight through Sideways' chest, of which she was sure. Techno felt very strange with the thing spearing her through the chest. She couldn't feel her heartbeat, nor could she feel her lungs expand and contract with each breath. But she was blinking and looking up at the concerned, half-broken face of Jazz.
It felt like her brain was only processing half the information she saw. It was as if she blinked, and she was in a whole new place or looking at a whole new thing as the Autobots ran. Her vision blurred, and the sounds of the battle echoed like distant thunder. Techno's body felt weak and numb, and she could feel the warmth of the hand that carried her, but not much else.
In the midst of chaos, Jazz's voice sounded far away, but she strained to hear him. "Hang on, Techno. We'll get you out of here," he said, his voice filled with urgency and concern.
"We won't leave you," Arcee added, her voice steady and resolute.
"Ratchet, we need a bridge! Techno is hurt, she is hurt really bad!" She heard Cliffjumper yell through his comm'link at Ratchet. "You said you'd be fine, this is not fine, and this is the last time you go anywhere alone or with Fowler," Bulkhead said, trying to remain calm.
"...i–it's fine, e..everything i-is wi-within m-my cal-calculations, it's…all g-gonna be f-fine," Techno mumbled softly, reaching out and gently patting Jazz's hand underneath her. A ground bridge whirled to life somewhere nearby; she could hear it come to life. Then she was moving again, everything whirled by her eyes in such a blur that she didn't really know what she was looking at.
The world seemed to twist and warp, and the next thing Techno knew, she was back at the Autobot base. Ratchet, the Autobot medic, immediately rushed to her side, taking in her condition with a mix of concern and urgency. His arm was damaged and in a sling. "She… How is she even still alive? She's lost a lot of blood. I… I can't do anything. I'm a Cybertronian medic, not a human one," Ratchet began panicking. He didn't want to lose her.
"Then we get a human medic?!" Cliffjumper yelled, practically demanding, turning to Optimus, who looked on in shock that the femme they were just talking to not an hour and forty minutes ago, who was happy, laughing, and kissing his lip plates, was in such a state.
Techno looked over at Optimus from her place in Jazz's only hand, as the other had been ripped off some time ago. "Optimus… pull," Techno mumbled barely above a whisper. Striding over, Optimus reached out and gripped the needle-like object in his servo. "Optimus, don't! If you do that, she will offline!" Ratchet yelled, stopping the Autobot leader in his tracks.
"..it's fine, everything i-is within m-my cal-culations, it's… all g-gonna be f-fine," Techno mumbled once again, looking straight at Optimus, who hesitated only for a moment before taking in a breath and, in one quick move, pulled the Cybertronian-sized needle free of Techno's chest with a yank.
Techno's body arched off of Jazz's hand, her mouth open in a silent scream, until the gurgling sound of something echoed through the silent room. A green flash emanated from within Techno's chest, and the sound of something breaking before Techno let out a pain-filled scream.
Jazz, Optimus, and Ratchet looked down, horrified, as they saw Techno's body regenerate with a disgusting squelching sound, starting with her heart and lungs. Techno's once red and black eyes were glowing a solid green as her body painfully regenerated right in front of every Autobot.
Her screams echoed through the atrium of the Autobot base, a chilling symphony that pulled every bot from their posts to witness the nightmarish spectacle of her body reassembling itself. For what felt like an eternity, the gruesome ballet of regeneration played out before their disbelieving optics, as Techno's torn form slowly pieced itself back together. The gut-wrenching sound of bones realigning, flesh fusing, and sinews intertwining created an eerie melody that lingered in the air long after the process was complete. As the final process her skin stitched itself back together, Techno's body slumped back into Jazz's hand, her gasping cry of relief echoing in the silence that followed.
The Autobots stood in stupefied amazement, grappling to comprehend the horrifying power Techno had demonstrated. Ratchet's logical mind whirred, attempting to dissect the mechanics of her miraculous self-healing. Yet, the truth remained elusive, leaving them with more questions than answers, and a profound sense of awe mixed with trepidation.
"Human, that was fragging terrifying to watch…do all humans do that?" Jazz's voice quivered, his expression etched with a mix of horror and disbelief, as if he had witnessed an arcane wonder beyond the reaches of his own comprehension.
"Jazz…what the frag happened to you? Hand off Techno and get to my Medbay, where the frag is your arm?" Ratchet's authoritative voice cut through the mesmerized stupor, injecting a sense of urgency into the scene.
"Sideways was hiding as Jazz, it's why he was being creepy," Bulkhead interjected, casting a glance at Jazz, his tone resonating with a mix of anger and sympathy. Anger at being tricked for so long and sympathy for not finding out sooner.
With Techno now cradled by Prowl, her limp form carried towards the medbay, she mumbled a feeble request, her voice a mere whisper ravaged by the ordeal. "...Ca-can I have a bath…"
Prowl's gentle touch stroked her hair, his normally stoic demeanor softening as he replied, "You'll have to settle for a wipe down, Sweetspark. I don't think you're strong enough to keep yourself from drowning if we did allow it."
"Hm'kay," Techno sighed, surrendering to exhaustion's embrace, her eyelids descending as weariness claimed her. The sun had yet to sink below the horizon, yet for Techno, it felt as if an entire lifetime had been lived in the span of a few hours.
~Snowy Planes~
Primus and Unicron both sat there with horrified looks on their faces, the gruesome scene of their champion's body stitching itself back together replayed within their processors. Both Philza and Techno had left the deities inside the house as they ran out the door making up excuses to not watch the scene.
.:Did…did we choose the right person brother?:. Primus asked, his voice quiet and sad as he could hear the girl's scream replay over and over in his mind.
.:It doesn't matter at this point…we chose her and we have to live with it. The Anarchy god never told us…how she got that long scar. The one going from hip to hip:. Unicron sighed crossing his arms, he really downplaying that the human femme was even a thought of concern in his optics.
"And I Never will tell you. It's something that's haunted Blade for a long time…even before the apocalypse. It happened to her before she turned fourteen so if she brings it up to her new boytoys you two will not know." Techno walked back into the house with a blank face not bothering to look at the painting that held the sleeping image of his disciple.
"Techno…I think we need to invite Dream…and ExDee. They would have a better understanding on how to bend the rules of the realm. Since they both broke so many in the past. They may even have a way to get Blade a few extra…cheats" Philza calmly suggested keeping his eyes away from the painting frame.
"Heeeeh?! No way! I've had enough of those two for a lifetime, you can't make me invite them!" Techno yelled sitting down on his couch crossing his arms like a child.
"...Too bad Techno, We are already here" A voice chuckled from the ceiling making Techno look up to see a green hooded blonde haired boy with a white mask, The mask was very simple with two dots representing eyes and a long wide smiley face.
The door burst open and a green robed being with dark green almost black wings on his back, his blond hair was long and up in a high ponytail secured by japanese ornamental sticks, on his face he wore a white mask similar to Dream's but his mask had a stylized XD on it, the D being a hole exposing a pure glowing acid green eye. "We ArE hErE" His voice distorted as he spoke.
"Fuck nuggets" Techno grumbled.
I think I'm getting used to this typing shit, Bluebook is still reading my stuff and I like their hilarious reactions to shit.
Before anyone asks and I know they will, Bluebook is a friend in discord who has access to my writings because they are nice and they are friend shaped. If I don't know you, then you are not friend shaped!